Only words, may be feeling in rare conditions

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White Rose

Whose rose is I think I first see
It's not red, but lovely, and free
Though its thorns won't hurt me
I won't claim you're mine
But only decide to leave you free

Whose rose is I think I first see
It's white, unique, seems lonely
So scared, people will go greedy
Fighting to cut then hurt you badly
What I shall do please tell me

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